Passionate Servant

Chapter 3

A/N: So, this is where I pick up. I'm so sorry that it took me four years to finally get everything together to update. Seriously - four years. There has got to be a record there somewhere. *sighs* Sorry for the stupidly long wait! From here on out, I will be making it a point to at least Try and update every Thursday - if not every Thursday, then every other Thursday. It's the least I can do for making everyone wait and beg and plead for so long. Forgive me? Please?

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She opened her eyes with a soft purr of delight, stretching her body out along her bed as she watched the early morning sun filter into her windows. Last night had opened up so many doors to her and promised once-in-a-lifetime opportunities to explore her nature. 'Today,' she thought with a smile. 'Today I get to see Him again!'

With that happy thought, she quickly crawled out of the warm cocoon of her blankets and opened her closet. Eying her array of clothing, she chewed lightly on her bottom lip as she assessed her options. A small, devilish smirk touched her lips as her violet gaze landed on a particularly risqué outfit. With a girlish giggle, she quickly grabbed the outfit and bolted into her bathroom for a quick shower.

Forty minutes later, her damp hair loosely draped over her right shoulder, she grabbed her heels and sat down onto her bed. Sliding her small feet into the shoes, a small smile curves her lips as she zips the soft fabric up her ankles, stopping just under each knee, before she stands up. Turning, she gives her appearance a good look over in the mirror hanging just beside her closet. 'Hell yeah,' she thought happily to herself. 'This is going to knock Master right off of His feet.'

If He was expecting jeans and a simple shirt just because she was relaxing at home, He was in for a major surprise. Instead, she was dressed in a soft cotton mini halter dress that hugged her hips and small waist - a fact emphasized by the black leather under-bust corset she had tightly cinched around herself over the dress itself. To finish the outfit off, she wore a pair of knee-high stiletto heels with leather straps loosely buckled around her calves and ankles and she had a minimal amount of makeup on - a little bit of eye liner, mascara, and clear lip gloss was all she really needed. With a husky purr and a smile, she sauntered out of her bedroom and down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Ten minutes later and a cup of freshly brewed coffee in hand, she curled up on her couch and finally let her imagination wonder with anticipation of His visit. When would he arrive? What were his plans, exactly? She had no clue. All she knew was she wanted to step onto the path that He was laying out before her. She was apprehensive about it all, scared that she would mess this up, but she had to trust that He wouldn't lead her astray.

With a quiet sigh, she closed her eyes and pictured her Master. He was tall - but everyone was tall compared to her 5' 2" stature. She was vertically challenged and she knew it. His hair was a dark brown, almost black without direct lighting, and He always seemed to have it slicked back with a touch of hair gel. Her fingers itched to run through His hair and she wanted desperately to see exactly how he would look with his hair mused. She would bet money that Him with mused hair alone would be enough to send her to her knees. His eyes, though... The color always reminded her of melted milk chocolate, especially when he turned that warm gaze towards her, but they held secrets in their shadowed depths as well. That much she had sensed, but had never given any thought to - everyone has their share of secrets, after all.

A brisk knock on her door had her bolting off of the couch, almost spilling her cooling coffee in the process. With a sense of nervousness and schoolgirl-ish anticipation, she quickly pulled her front door open and immediately wished she had taken a moment to collect herself first. Her Master was drool-worthy, standing there in what appeared to be an expensive suit that tapered in just enough to hint at His well maintained physique. His hair was kept back off of His face, her fingers twitching momentarily at her sides as her gaze took Him in.

A sexy smirk curved His lips as he watched her, knowing full well that she was checking Him out, before he leaned in towards her. His breath brushed her cheek a split second before his husky voice purred into her ear. "Instead of undressing me with your eyes, ma petite cherie, why don't you let me in. That way we're not risking any of your neighbors watching you drool over me, as adorable as that is."

Blushing, she quickly stepped aside to allow Him access into her home - again. Once He was inside, she quickly closed her front door and turned to press her back onto the cool surface. He turned towards her, that smirk still in place as His gaze slowly roamed her body as He took in her outfit. A soft whimper passed her lips as her knees threatened to give way and make her collapse onto the floor. She needed this man. Physically needed Him.

"So," he purred, "I take it you'll accept me since you let me in."

It wasn't a question, but she nodded her head in response anyway. To her unspoken answer, He let lose a possessive growl and closed the space between them. Reaching up, He lightly cupped one side of her face with His hand, gently forcing her gaze up to His. Wide violet eyes met warm chocolate brown. Need and desire flared within her, making her knees finally buckle at the wildness and intensity. Before she could fall, He wrapped His other arm around her waist, tugging her body against His.

She couldn't move. Her body refused to respond as an almost crippling need continued to consumer her, her lust hazed gaze locked onto His as He simply smiled at her before He lowered His head to hers. He stopped for just a moment, whispering, before His lips touched hers in a soft and tender kiss filled with so many promises. His words registered as she gave in and opened herself to Him, returning His kiss with her own desperation.

'You are mine, Saiya. Ma petite cherie. Only mine.' His words echoed in her mind, a sense of happiness and peace mixing in with her wild need for her Master as she let go in His embrace.

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A/N: It's short and a bit of a cliff hanger, I know! I promise, though, I'll keep update. Just hang in there with me. <3